films. Its never sounded so evil. So sexy.
BEN
Well what number are you trying to reach?
VOICE
I dont know.
BEN
I think you got the wrong number, buddy.
VOICE
Do I?
BEN
(peeved)
Uh-huh. Look bro, my battery is running out.
Really wish I could chat, but I cant so, later.
VOICE
Wait, wait. Dont hang up.
BEN
(angrily)
Asshole, Cant talk.
VOICE
But your voice sounds so familiar.
Ben smiles.
BEN
Does
The Naked Gun 33 1/3 Script
.
Hey, look! Its the President!
And the Pope!
Oh, my God! Look! Its disgruntled postal workers.
Wait a minute! Give me my baby back!
- Are you all right? - Im soaking wet.
- Ill get the talcum powder. - Its not that.
I had a nightmare. Crime all around me, I couldnt stop it.
- Frank, it was just a dream. - Youre right.
All I need is a good nights rest. Tomorrow everyt
Krypton, is empty for the moment. But the signs of its members are ever-present: around the great floating slab that is their conference table each has his (or her) own console of crystals - a transparent container marked with the identifying insignia, c.f. the symbols on each of their robes in Part I.
As Non and Ursa follow two paces behind. Zod strides along the slab, ignoring console after con
An American Carol Script
1, 2, 3...
Hi, Grandpa!
Hey!
Grandpa, over here!
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Grandpa!
Everybody now, happy Fourth of July!
Thanks, Grandpa!
Thats it, go ahead, kids.
Dig in. I made em myself.
- Bleh!
- Blech!
Pretty good.
Hows that taste there, Timmy?
Uh, Im not really hungry right now.
Why dont you tell us a story?
- Yeah! One of your great stories!
- Yeah, one of your stories!
A
THREE KINGS
a screenplay by
David O. Russell
Story by
John Ridley and David O. Russell
Draft Date: 6/22/98
FADE IN:
EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY
WIDE ANGLE POV of wide open desert, flat grey sky.
THE CAMERA is running forward, toward a big sand berm in the
distance. There are O.S. sounds: SOLDIERS EQUIPMENT
CLANKING, BOOTS RUNNING ON SAND. Hear a MANs BREATHING.
The back of his helmeted head and his u